Age of Gods is over.
The Age of Man is coming closer.
I am now grand composer.
I shall write ballads about a beast.
Who willl fill its belly on the idiots that it will feast.
Cities will burn and the heavens will fall.
My return to grace none shall forestall.
I can move mountains and bend the wills of every man.
I am the last of a once godlike clan.
My powers of persuasion around beyond your comprehension.
My aims are greater than anything you could ever mention.
I hold all cards in my hand.
You are about to witness something grand.
As I am raised from the slums to my own kingdom of gold.
I am doing something that not even Nostradamus could have foretold.
As you see I have thought long about my goal.
I will do anything to accomplish it, even sell my soul.
You do not know me or where I have been.
My greatest battles are within.
I are driven by pride and consumed by hate.
I am arrogant enough to challenge fate.
I see no end sight.
Now you are in my world, one of endless night.